I'm experiencing a sudden and inexplicable urge to eat hotpockets and do system maintenance sort of stuff to all three of my laptops. I think it's a sudden spike in geekiness level, which is more fun than spike in hormone level, but less predictable. However, this spike did not in anyway increase my desire to work on my qual right now. It's a shame, since I think my enthusiasm for the qual has reached an all time low around this point. The fact that the people on my committee are giving contradictory advise could have something to do with it, though more likely it's just that I've reached the inevitable low point all large long-term project-type things must reach and I will spent a couple of evening on the floor with my laptop, surrounded by far too many piles of papers and abandoned mugs of tea.
(I've incidentally discovered that black tea that's been left to steep for too long, without the addition of any kind of sweetener, is actually quite vile. They remind me of those meds I used to take when I was four that usually resulted in me throwing up.) (Mom claims that the smell of those those will even make her nauseus. Then again, of the two of us, I'm the less squeamish one. Got nothing on Annie of course.)
The seminars and talks have started again for this quarter. I am still trying to average at least one seminar/talk per week. Yesterday there was a talk by a student who reprogrammed skin fibroblasts (cell type) from Alzheimer's patients back to being stem cells so he can differentiate them into neurons to study patient specific phenotype & genotype changes for Alzheimer's. It was pretty cool. Afterwards I had lunch with my labmates and Wendy and I (via a long, somewhat convoluted line of conversation starting around lost wallets) ended up reminiscing about Davis. The post-doc in the lab looked at us askance when we said that yes, Davis weather is nowhere near as nice as SD, its water can be toxic to plants and fish (and humans), and the allergen level has a way of giving people who never had allergies before allergies, but we still miss Davis.
What's in a place?
Dry ice in ethanol looks just like Sprite with ice.
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